Raxxon_Ironis
03-05-2003, 08:26 PM
Well, here it is, my first ever fanfiction!! I was so excited about my ideas of translating the wonderful video game into a real-life type story. I hope you enjoy it and please, write me with comments at Nipper1731@aol.com. This is only chapter 1 and the prologue, but I have many more in planning and writing stages, so stay tuned for more. Well here we go, the product of many hours of planning and research (not to mention typing), my story!
Memoirs of Netherwind
Prologue
It was sick, really, how the Principal and the government had turned the colonization of Ragol into a game, assigning the native animals and other twisted bestial creations 'points', so that hunters could slaughter them in order to gain access to technique disks, better weaponry from the shops from each section, and other perks not available to normal citizens.
Of course, this inspired just about everyone of the people of Pioneer 2 to take up arms against the once-kind creatures of this new planet. None of this would have even happened had we not trashed Earth, not realizing that one day, all of the pollution and destruction we were causing on our home planet would eventually lead to its now uninhabitable status. Uninhabitable, of course, unless you would like cancerous growths and Great Light knows how many diseases and viruses that roam freely throughout the once densely populated continents. Not to mention the mutated animals, some so extremely dangerous that one couldn’t be within a mile of them, some so disgusting one wouldn't want to be within a mile of them.
So, the Pioneer project began, after much military and government reluctance, and a group of refugees was sent into deep space in a large ship known as Pioneer 1. After several years of surviving off of reprocessed oxygen, water, and hydroponically grown food, they found a planet quite similar to what Earth had been before our work was done. They, being the Principal and any other unknown higher class people, named this lush planet Ragol. When the Pioneer 1 landed on the surface, their first priority was the construction of the Central Dome, the central headquarters and place of living for the first wave of refugees. Then, ten years later, a violent explosion killed everyone aboard the Pioneer 1, but mysteriously left every building intact.
Pioneer 2 was in orbit around Ragol when the explosion occurred, and we witnessed the bright cataclysm from space. The Principal of Pioneer 2 then decided to send specially trained hunters down to the surface for investigation of the explosion, and research of the creatures.
Logs left by scientists aboard Pioneer1 told of the kind, gentle creatures and had even named them.
This is where I come in.
My name is Azuri Netherwind. My mother named me because of the illusion of a purple tint in my deep black hair, not to mention my insanely bright blue eyes. I like how I look, and I wish my mother could see me now, but the nuclear fallout from some unknown bombing in another country had killed both of my parents before I was able to walk. I was four when they sent out the Pioneer 1, and I can still remember, after I had been left with my grandmother, her rambling on about the problems of Earth and how she whole-heartedly supported the Pioneer project. Thinking back, I agree with what she said.
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Chapter 1
I woke up and checked the display screen on my left arm, and, seeing that it was almost 6:30, decided it was pointless to go back to sleep as the alarm setting would wake me in five beats or so. I jumped out of bed and slipped on the skin-tight suit acquainted with the class of hunters known as, well, Hunters. I had become a hunter because that was my grandma's dying wish. It had been painful to look at her that day, all but permanently attached to the machines that were keeping her alive, knowing that this might be the last time I'd ever see her. My sweet, loving Grandma, the one who had helped me to realize that the only way to properly remember my parents was to make them proud as if they were watching me always, which, she reminded me often, they were. I had to decide on my own that being a hunter was the best thing to do for Pioneer 2, and the only thing in my mind that would make my parents proud.
I slipped on my boots, purple as they were, to match my hair and suit. I figured if my name was Azuri, there had to be something azure about me besides my hair. Plus, it was hard to match it with anything else. Making my way toward the kitchen of my small, government issued apartment, I stumbled over a pouch of meseta and hastily picked it up, remembering that I might need it for Monomates if I was going to be making a trip to the surface for a little slice'n'dice.
I left through the automatic door and headed to Bluefull section to retrieve my mag and equipment, and to buy some things I would need for my trip. I never went down to Ragol for pleasure, for what pleasure is there in almost being killed from the time you step out of the transporter to the time you step back in to go home? No, today,the Hunter’s Guild, a clever government-established organization made solely to entice people to go down to Ragol for their uses, posetd a mission to kill a large native dragon that was infringing on other missions, advertising it as a great opportunity and steady income, but I can only agree with the latter.
I broke my train of thought and made up my ever-wandering mind to get going to the check room to retrieve my mag, weapons, and armor before I set out through the large transporter at the end of the way. As I reached the counter, a young lady in rather revealing blue attire stepped out from a row of lockers with an armful of some unknown person's things to transfer from one locker to another, as I could only assume. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked almost too politely. I replied, "Yes, I'd like to retrieve some of my things from this locker." I brought up the locker number on the display panel attached to my suit on my left arm. "Very well, what would you like to remove?" "My Ushasu, and my Buster, thanks." She left the counter and, a few moments later came back with an armful that looked rather painful due to the spiky nature of my mag, but all the same she handed me my things. "And from my account, could I have 700 meseta, please?" Again she left the counter to roam back into some depth of the Bluefull storage facility and, a bit longer than last time came back with another pouch of meseta to add to my own.
Altogether I now possessed a little over a thousand meseta and just about everything I would need to make a successful and hopefully survivable trip to the area around the Central Dome. On the way to the shops I took a look out of the clear window to gaze upon the only hope for survival of the human race. For the first few days after we arrived I was almost convinced it was Earth, being so similar was still confusing sometimes. Walking through the door to the shops, I immediately specified my sight to the color green, because that was the chosen color of the tools shop owner, the others being weapons and armor, and orange and blue, respectively. I stepped up to the counter and ordered some Monomates just in case I took some hits down on the surface. I also bought some Monofluids, expensive as they are, just in case I run out of options and have to use some techniques, which can seriously drain you mentally if you’re not careful.
Techniques are an interesting topic. Everything I've heard about them has been simply fascinating. Apparently they were created due to a need of self protection on the surface, and they appear in disk form in order to be downloaded into the display console on every hunter's left arm and transfigured into an elemental blast from the left hand. That's all well and good for hunters who enjoy roasting or electrocuting or freezing the stuffing out of an enemy, but if you're strong enough, photon weapons are more effective, simply because it's easier to control a weapon in your hand, than a wild blast of energy in the air.
Photon weapons, too, are an incredibly interesting, and, well, awesome compilation of ideas, many thought of on Earth many years ago that would be turned into a renewable energy source for vehicles, buildings, etc. The only problem was, the energy tended to blow out appliances and fry the transmissions of vehicles. Scientists found out how to control the intensity far too late, as by that time Earth was beyond repair and they had to settle with powering the very ships that would remove them from their home planet. On the long voyage to Ragol, many blacksmiths and researchers harnessed photons into handheld weaponry. Certain custom weapon smiths made several incredible weapons, but most of these have been lost to the enemies of Ragol during the testing process, and are being found every day by stronger, smarter hunters in crates left about by the former occupants of the Central Dome.
I left the shops containment building and walked down the, well I guess you could call it a road, and absentmindedly looked around at the various cafes and clothing stores of Bluefull section. After a few beats I reached the transporter and a prompt appeared on my display panel. I chose the area that had been cleverly named "Forest" and was greeted by the hum and glow of the breaking down of my surroundings as I made my way to the surface of Ragol.
Memoirs of Netherwind
Prologue
It was sick, really, how the Principal and the government had turned the colonization of Ragol into a game, assigning the native animals and other twisted bestial creations 'points', so that hunters could slaughter them in order to gain access to technique disks, better weaponry from the shops from each section, and other perks not available to normal citizens.
Of course, this inspired just about everyone of the people of Pioneer 2 to take up arms against the once-kind creatures of this new planet. None of this would have even happened had we not trashed Earth, not realizing that one day, all of the pollution and destruction we were causing on our home planet would eventually lead to its now uninhabitable status. Uninhabitable, of course, unless you would like cancerous growths and Great Light knows how many diseases and viruses that roam freely throughout the once densely populated continents. Not to mention the mutated animals, some so extremely dangerous that one couldn’t be within a mile of them, some so disgusting one wouldn't want to be within a mile of them.
So, the Pioneer project began, after much military and government reluctance, and a group of refugees was sent into deep space in a large ship known as Pioneer 1. After several years of surviving off of reprocessed oxygen, water, and hydroponically grown food, they found a planet quite similar to what Earth had been before our work was done. They, being the Principal and any other unknown higher class people, named this lush planet Ragol. When the Pioneer 1 landed on the surface, their first priority was the construction of the Central Dome, the central headquarters and place of living for the first wave of refugees. Then, ten years later, a violent explosion killed everyone aboard the Pioneer 1, but mysteriously left every building intact.
Pioneer 2 was in orbit around Ragol when the explosion occurred, and we witnessed the bright cataclysm from space. The Principal of Pioneer 2 then decided to send specially trained hunters down to the surface for investigation of the explosion, and research of the creatures.
Logs left by scientists aboard Pioneer1 told of the kind, gentle creatures and had even named them.
This is where I come in.
My name is Azuri Netherwind. My mother named me because of the illusion of a purple tint in my deep black hair, not to mention my insanely bright blue eyes. I like how I look, and I wish my mother could see me now, but the nuclear fallout from some unknown bombing in another country had killed both of my parents before I was able to walk. I was four when they sent out the Pioneer 1, and I can still remember, after I had been left with my grandmother, her rambling on about the problems of Earth and how she whole-heartedly supported the Pioneer project. Thinking back, I agree with what she said.
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Chapter 1
I woke up and checked the display screen on my left arm, and, seeing that it was almost 6:30, decided it was pointless to go back to sleep as the alarm setting would wake me in five beats or so. I jumped out of bed and slipped on the skin-tight suit acquainted with the class of hunters known as, well, Hunters. I had become a hunter because that was my grandma's dying wish. It had been painful to look at her that day, all but permanently attached to the machines that were keeping her alive, knowing that this might be the last time I'd ever see her. My sweet, loving Grandma, the one who had helped me to realize that the only way to properly remember my parents was to make them proud as if they were watching me always, which, she reminded me often, they were. I had to decide on my own that being a hunter was the best thing to do for Pioneer 2, and the only thing in my mind that would make my parents proud.
I slipped on my boots, purple as they were, to match my hair and suit. I figured if my name was Azuri, there had to be something azure about me besides my hair. Plus, it was hard to match it with anything else. Making my way toward the kitchen of my small, government issued apartment, I stumbled over a pouch of meseta and hastily picked it up, remembering that I might need it for Monomates if I was going to be making a trip to the surface for a little slice'n'dice.
I left through the automatic door and headed to Bluefull section to retrieve my mag and equipment, and to buy some things I would need for my trip. I never went down to Ragol for pleasure, for what pleasure is there in almost being killed from the time you step out of the transporter to the time you step back in to go home? No, today,the Hunter’s Guild, a clever government-established organization made solely to entice people to go down to Ragol for their uses, posetd a mission to kill a large native dragon that was infringing on other missions, advertising it as a great opportunity and steady income, but I can only agree with the latter.
I broke my train of thought and made up my ever-wandering mind to get going to the check room to retrieve my mag, weapons, and armor before I set out through the large transporter at the end of the way. As I reached the counter, a young lady in rather revealing blue attire stepped out from a row of lockers with an armful of some unknown person's things to transfer from one locker to another, as I could only assume. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked almost too politely. I replied, "Yes, I'd like to retrieve some of my things from this locker." I brought up the locker number on the display panel attached to my suit on my left arm. "Very well, what would you like to remove?" "My Ushasu, and my Buster, thanks." She left the counter and, a few moments later came back with an armful that looked rather painful due to the spiky nature of my mag, but all the same she handed me my things. "And from my account, could I have 700 meseta, please?" Again she left the counter to roam back into some depth of the Bluefull storage facility and, a bit longer than last time came back with another pouch of meseta to add to my own.
Altogether I now possessed a little over a thousand meseta and just about everything I would need to make a successful and hopefully survivable trip to the area around the Central Dome. On the way to the shops I took a look out of the clear window to gaze upon the only hope for survival of the human race. For the first few days after we arrived I was almost convinced it was Earth, being so similar was still confusing sometimes. Walking through the door to the shops, I immediately specified my sight to the color green, because that was the chosen color of the tools shop owner, the others being weapons and armor, and orange and blue, respectively. I stepped up to the counter and ordered some Monomates just in case I took some hits down on the surface. I also bought some Monofluids, expensive as they are, just in case I run out of options and have to use some techniques, which can seriously drain you mentally if you’re not careful.
Techniques are an interesting topic. Everything I've heard about them has been simply fascinating. Apparently they were created due to a need of self protection on the surface, and they appear in disk form in order to be downloaded into the display console on every hunter's left arm and transfigured into an elemental blast from the left hand. That's all well and good for hunters who enjoy roasting or electrocuting or freezing the stuffing out of an enemy, but if you're strong enough, photon weapons are more effective, simply because it's easier to control a weapon in your hand, than a wild blast of energy in the air.
Photon weapons, too, are an incredibly interesting, and, well, awesome compilation of ideas, many thought of on Earth many years ago that would be turned into a renewable energy source for vehicles, buildings, etc. The only problem was, the energy tended to blow out appliances and fry the transmissions of vehicles. Scientists found out how to control the intensity far too late, as by that time Earth was beyond repair and they had to settle with powering the very ships that would remove them from their home planet. On the long voyage to Ragol, many blacksmiths and researchers harnessed photons into handheld weaponry. Certain custom weapon smiths made several incredible weapons, but most of these have been lost to the enemies of Ragol during the testing process, and are being found every day by stronger, smarter hunters in crates left about by the former occupants of the Central Dome.
I left the shops containment building and walked down the, well I guess you could call it a road, and absentmindedly looked around at the various cafes and clothing stores of Bluefull section. After a few beats I reached the transporter and a prompt appeared on my display panel. I chose the area that had been cleverly named "Forest" and was greeted by the hum and glow of the breaking down of my surroundings as I made my way to the surface of Ragol.